Why is it that we are always being told how to behave.
As babies we have to behave, otherwise nobody changes us or feeds us.
As children we are told to behave, or we are told what is good for us.
As teenagers, adults try and show us how to behave, although they never understand us.
As adults we have to behave because “they” say so, and because we have to pay the mortgage.
And, then to cap it all, as “wrinklies”, we are told to behave, as , somehow, we ought to know better
Why do we listen to our peers, to “them”, and to our revolting children Why should us oldies, who know more about life-not about sex mind you-than all of our children put together, put up with such rubbish, when health allowing, we can still live life to the full?
This is only a short post, by normal standards, but this is a message of encouragement for all you bloggers, who, like me, though ever increasingly wrinkly, still retain an active and enquiring mind, and who still like to have a bit of fun.
Think about it for a moment, and you’ll see what I mean. You spent all your life looking after your kids, in all their repulsive stages of development. You have had your ears bashed by ” them”, “they”, and every over Tom Dick and Harry. Then, once you have reached the stage when you actually know something about life (albeit generally nothing at all), you allow some fool to come up behind you, and still tell you what to do.
So what if you were to break free of all the crap around you, just think what fun life might be
- You could give two fingers to your ungrateful children (go on, you know you want to)
- You needn’t attend anymore coffee mornings, church fetes, or any other punishment sessions
- No more patronising do gooders
- No more shouts of “can you hear me dear!”
- No more asides of “It’s her age you know” or “He can’t help it, it’s his age” and
- No more Saga, hearing aid, or incontinence brochures-no matter how much you might actually need them
Plus the other benefits of course
- You can still lecture the kids as to how things ain’t what they used to be
- You can still preface such lectures with the phrase “When I was your age…”
- You can misbehave and get away with it, everyone will just say it’s your age
- Leaning on a stick when in a queue at airport check in. An old trick, but still quite effective.
- You can look and smell like the backside of a camel. Nobody will say anything, and if you don’t give a damn then who cares and
- And apart from listening to your own body, you don’t have to listen to anyone!
So there you go folks, stuff old age,stuff behaving, and stuff growing old gracefully. Life is there for the living, so why waste it on those who are younger. Get out there and grow old disgracefully, believe me, it’s much more fun.
Oh yes, the two You Tube video’s at the top of the post. I’m over 50, I’m increasingly grumpy, I don’t fit in with life around me, and I’m obdurately proud of it. I hope you laugh at them as much as I always do; but be careful about having a pen and a checklist, too many ticks can befuddle the mind!
- Aging Gracefully – Ha! (meandthecritic.com)
- And This Is Why Our Entire Society Is Doomed. Sigh. (viralnova.com)
- ‘Mad men and Englishmen’ – A true story. (jadereyner.com)
- 13 Baby Animals Being Grumpy Old Men (buzzfeed.com)